A living person and more than ten corpses had been playing poker in a dimly lit room for half the night. Such a scene left one's scalp tingling.
Klein held back his instinctive fear and looked at the pale man in front of him. His brown eyes were filled with malice, and he exuded a hint of madness. He pretended to be intimidated by the man's aura and took a step back. Kaspars left the card room and closed the door.
The man asked in a deep voice,
"You're the one looking for a bodyguard?"
"… Yes." Klein deliberately gulped a mouthful of saliva.
The man's strangeness made him afraid, but it also gave him a certain sense of security.
The stronger and more powerful the bodyguard was, the safer he would be!
The pale-faced man in a black vest lifted his chin and said,
"Why do you need a bodyguard? How much are you willing to pay for this? "
Klein didn't immediately answer. He thought for nearly a minute before saying, "I'll first tell you the exact situation of the mission.
"I'll tell you the specifics of the mission first. After you've evaluated it, give me a price. If I can afford it, or if I have something of equal value, then the deal will be done. If not, I can only give up and find someone else."
The man with eyes filled with malice didn't say a word. He nodded slightly, indicating for Klein to continue.
Klein deliberately looked at the zombies, treating them as ordinary card players. He used his eyes to ask, "Before answering, do you want to chase those guys out of the room?"
"There's no need," the pale-faced man said in a deep voice.
Klein deliberated for a moment and truthfully described, "I offended an important figure.
"I've offended a big shot. He might have the support of a country behind him."
There was suddenly no movement in the card room. It was completely silent. The malicious-looking man froze on the spot, as though he had turned into a plaster statue.
After nearly a minute, he slowly said, "This mission is priceless."
"This mission is priceless."
"Ah?"
Ah? Klein didn't react immediately. Only when the man turned around and walked to the card table did he realize that the deal had failed.
You pulled a bunch of zombies into the room to play cards. You appeared to be of high status and strength, but you were scared off just like that? You're clearly a little crazy … Klein didn't know if he should laugh or cry as he added,
"That big shot isn't that free in Baekeland."
The man in the black vest ignored him and sat back down. The zombies started dealing cards and throwing chips again.
Klein exhaled and left the room. He saw Kaspars Kalinin, an old man in his fifties with a rosacea and hideous wounds, waiting outside.
"We couldn't make a deal." Klein shrugged.
Kaspars didn't show any signs of surprise as he pondered for a few seconds.
"His price is too high?"
"No, he thinks the mission is too difficult." Klein didn't hide anything.
Kaspars's brows twitched slightly.
"Marić is the scariest person I know. He's not even afraid of bullets. Since he thinks that the mission is too difficult, I don't think I can help you contact other powerful people."
"It's a pity." Klein sighed.
Kaspars clenched his right fist and hit his left chest.
"May the storm be with you."
Then I'll be dead … Klein found joy in his bitterness and smiled.
"Thank you."
"You can try to help me ask powerful people from other places. I'll pay you. Well … I'll come again tomorrow night."
After receiving an affirmative answer, he left The Brave in melancholy. He didn't even have the interest to play a round of billiards.
Am I being too honest? If I'd described the mission in a simpler way, Marić would've agreed just now … I just don't know how much he'll ask for … Sigh, it's not my style to get someone to help me face danger when I'm being kept in the dark … As a Beyonder, if I keep going against my true thoughts and principles, I'm afraid I won't be far from losing control … Klein sighed and felt relieved as he changed to a carriage and returned to Minsk Street.
…
After washing up, Klein didn't waste any charcoal. He went straight to his bedroom and drew the curtains, isolating the room from the outside world.
On the way back, he thought carefully for a while and realized that the danger that might appear wasn't impossible to resolve.
For that unknown ambassador, his main and fundamental goal is to find Ian Wright. The reason why he sent someone to deal with me is because he wants to obtain clues about Ian. After failing to obtain an answer directly, he considered killing me and channeling my spirit … If I can let him know that I can't actually find Ian, he wouldn't take the risk for a hired thug under the surveillance of the military's special department …
Of course, my appearance and strength that exceeded his expectations caused their operation to be exposed, causing them to suffer a serious setback. If I were that ambassador, I would definitely think of ways to take revenge and vent my anger, but definitely not now. Not now when the situation is tense and turbulent … Yes, the premise is that the ambassador has a brain and isn't an idiot who only knows how to act in a fit of pique … For him to be in charge of such an important matter, it means that he should be relatively reliable …
In other words, the crux of the problem lies in the whereabouts of Ian Wright!
Hmm … There's still a hidden danger. After the ambassador ultimately fails, will he deliberately reveal to the military's special department that Meursault is a Beyonder, letting them know that my strength is questionable and using them to take revenge on me … This is just something that can be said in passing. It's not difficult at all. I have to be wary …
After analyzing the situation he was in, he suddenly had the urge to hire a hitman to kill the unknown ambassador.
But when he thought of the possibility of a powerful Beyonder by his side, he felt depressed.
I wonder if the messenger can accept my mission without Mr. Aztec's approval … It shouldn't be possible … Pay close attention to this matter and find an opportunity to silence him? Since he sent someone to kill me, I won't feel any psychological burden killing him … Right, I can consider issuing this mission on the Tarot and see if Miss Justice and Mr. The Hanging Man have any solutions … Perhaps, I can spend a large sum of money to hire Mr. A or a powerhouse of the same Sequence … Klein suddenly had a flash of inspiration as he thought of the Tarot.
With this idea, he calmed down a lot. He rummaged for a piece of paper and a pen and wrote the divination statement:
"The whereabouts of Ian Wright."
After confirming that there were no hidden Beyonders in the room, Klein looked at the curtains that blocked out prying eyes. As he recalled Ian's appearance and attire, he silently recited the divination statement and leaned back in his chair.
He quickly entered a dream and saw a dark, narrow, and dirty room in the illusory world. There were bunk beds and mattresses inside. A total of four people were sleeping there.
Ian was at the top of the bunk bed, curled up and sleeping soundly with the old satchel pressed down on him.
The dream shattered, and Klein opened his eyes and interpreted the revelation.
"Such a lodging environment only exists in East Borough and the Baekeland Bridge area, but it's an abnormally large place. Even if all the police in Baekeland were mobilized, they wouldn't be able to completely investigate it …"
"Ian is very careful. He didn't leave anything here with me. Otherwise, I would have been able to find him with the dowsing rod technique …"
After thinking for a few minutes, Klein picked up a pen and added a paragraph before and after the divination statement, turning it into a statement of defense.
"I don't know where Ian Wright is. I haven't seen him since I found Zreal's corpse."
The piece of paper was placed on the desk, with the pen pressed down on the edge.
After doing all of this, Klein stood up and returned to the vicinity of the bed. He used a less obvious method of flicking a coin to quickly confirm if anyone was observing his every move.
After receiving a negative answer, he quickly took four steps counterclockwise, silently recited the incantation, and went above the gray fog.
Inside the ancient and majestic palace, Klein didn't have the time to examine his surroundings. He first repeated the divination.
Seeing that the negative answer hadn't changed, he was no longer so nervous. He looked up to the side and discovered that the core of the newly added crimson star was dyed with a sun-like gold.
"This is the source of the warmth I felt?" Klein spread his spirituality and carefully touched it in response to a prayer.
The light and shadow changed, and a blurry scene quickly appeared in front of him.
The petite girl and a lady with slightly curly brown hair, whom he had tried to pull into the world above the gray fog, were standing in front of the "altar." A man wearing a white mask was softly chanting the honorific name of the Eternal Blazing Sun, creating a warm and pure light.
Is he looking for someone to exorcise evil? Klein almost laughed.
At this moment, he finally understood the reason for the previous situation. It wasn't that someone had penetrated the gray fog and locked onto him. This was similar to Justice and the others chanting the honorific name and praying. After the gray fog received the information, it would naturally and instinctively give him feedback. However, because it wasn't a prayer, the illusory layered voice turned into a warm current.
A hint. This is a hint, not damage or influence … Klein made a clear judgment.
At the same time, he also roughly confirmed one thing. The mysterious space above the gray fog had established a connection with Miss Justice and the others. It wasn't an absolutely strange method. It wasn't within the rules of this World, and it would still be restricted to a certain extent. It would be affected to a certain extent by a specific method.
Klein continued looking at the scene in front of him and listening to the voices. He was surprised to find that this lasted longer than any other time in the past.
Before this, he was unable to take the initiative to pry into the corresponding target of the crimson star unless the other party prayed. Only then would he be able to receive the corresponding scene.
Another situation was that when he gave feedback, he could see the scene and hear the synchronized voice, but once the response ended, he would no longer be able to obtain any additional information.
And now, it was as if he was watching a video, a reality show that had been maintained for a long time and was covered in mosaics.
He saw the petite lady and a man wearing a golden mask talking in the study. He heard her companions address her as Xio and understood that she was seeking the Beyonder ingredient corresponding to the Sheriff potion …
It wasn't until the two ladies returned home that Klein regretted that he couldn't see their house numbers clearly did the "video" come to an end.
Looking at the gradually dissipating sun-like gold, he nodded thoughtfully, vaguely understanding why such an anomaly had occurred.
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